Claim the Skies Back

Eastern Allepo, weighed down like a ghetto
By the unfathomably destructive deeds of a single generation
Distorted venerations based on misinterpretations
Perpetuate these continuingly heinous altercations
Contriving unjustifiable infiltrations
Forcing unnecessary segregation’s of nation upon nation

While so many of us sit stationed for the crossing
Watching only through the Looking Glass
Preferring to allow farce to form the basis
Of this inconceivable truth

Providing it suits the brutes with enough power
To silence anyone who refutes them

Intrusive sights hover,
Among infusions of inimitable horror,
As though Love itself had lost its lover,
Trialled by the error of these broken Universal Laws

Like festering sores they take the form of an infection that can only be born from war

Yet we continue to ignore them

The Grand in their Grandiose dellusions,
Growing madder, climbing their ladders of greed and corruption
laughing at luncheons while the artillery breaks the bones of the innocent in the background

A perilous sound is emerging from the earth,
A merciless grumbling from the depths,
Like a curse that we have placed upon ourselves

The iron-clad shelves of humanity are beginning to crumble,
Rare and perfect life - forms are dying in the jungles
While the Forrest’s and the Mountains weep pristine tears
Collective existance now quivers in monumental fear

The sound of this harrowing show
Is a continuous unanticipated stroke
Of the lowest of all possible notes
Upon the bow of a weeping Cello

Gallilleo would bellow
Crying for the folley and the futile misfortunes of man
As we stand now as a race, with pitchforks in our hands

Does the gravity and the weight of the scale and the state
Of this Universal emergency
Not fill you with a sense of urgency
That shakes the very core of your being?

Does the fact that true access to the truth
Is truly now in jeopardy
Not fundamentally and unequivocally disturb and perturb you?
Does the potential loss of all human virtue
Not fill you with a sense of disgust

While we’re waiting around for a system we can rely on and actually trust??

There is no monetary funding, no economic equivalent
That could possibly extricate us all from this unfathomably incomprehensible predicament

Do as you view the broken hues of the Ending of an Age,
While you’re listening to your ITunes,
Don’t you think the time has come
To at least attempt to unify as one ?

And become an addition to the sum of the parts of an integrated whole
That can be brave enough and bold enough to know
That we hold the power to solve

The problems of this poisonous expanding mould
That has taken its hold upon the young and upon the old,
Upon the weary and upon the meek,
It’s time now true earthlings, for the enlightened to speak

For the time has been spent now for way to long
The inarguable difference between right and wrong
Has been distinguished

There not even a quarter of a second left to repent
And to reinvent ourselves and the specifics of all of the systems
To insist upon a resistance

To take back the power from indifference
To form a collective collaborative conscience
Devoid of all forms of negative consequence
That can propagate forms of inventive self-confidence

To empower the individuals for change
To extend the breadth of possibilities range
I know that I might sound a little bit strange
But that’s what it takes to instigate change

So have hope despite the depth of the concern,
It’s time to embrace the problems, act now, it’s your turn

Do pick up the pieces of this Armageddon
And smoothie out the creases and screw your heads on
Take positive action, make positive change, take positive chances
And let’s evolve past these days

Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Moroz